(Warning 🔞) "So why were they after you," He asks. "They think I might be gay, but I'm not!" I say frustrated. "Oh ya they do that, homophobic assholes of the Medieval times," He says with seriousness. "Uhh ya," I say confused as to why he isn't hating on me even though I'm not gay. "I meant what I said earlier," He says with a goofy smirk looking at me. "What'd you say?" I ask looking into his ivy green eyes. "That you are cuter when you aren't being sassy" He answered with this wild look in his eyes picking up a blush pink astilbe flower handing it to me. --- Love of mine With yellow flowers in your eyes I think I've known you all of my lives Someday we'll die And your Van Gogh eyes Will still be meeting mine - Unknown 🌼 --- Started: December 7th, 2020 Ended: Just started Edited: Not yet
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